Fluff Piece
Fluff Piece
Its a writing
With no edge at all
Some would call it evasive
Below all the fuzzy softness
Is always a more cutting thought
Dog bites man or man bites dog is news
A man loves a woman and shows her a kindness
Is never news unless it involves the Hope Diamond
The hidden fact is all lives taken in a sweep of time
Contain every emotion ever felt from elation to
Severe unbearable pain that sears the soul
In my fluff piece softness survives
Tenderness reigns above all
Dreams become reality
Pain and tears are
Banished into
Oblivion
Stumble It!
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Nice thoughts…we’re both in a dreamland, lol. (Saying this with respect and affection between friends)
Thank you for the photo…it is wonderful. When I read your poem I also think of the dandelion seed that blows in the wind. These fluffy remains travel sometimes great distance and other times small inches, which land and take root and blossom somewhere, into new life. Therefore I am with you in the thought that softness survives and grows. This growth real or dreamed can banish all the negative feelings felt and let take root and grow all that is pleasant soft, tender and truly beautiful.
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